AD&IJE AND CO, suspicion. Need I say I rejoined the flies, who were waiting six feet away ? " Well, there you are. I've told you as much as I heard. Unless the arrangements are altered, at Half- way House on Friday—to-morrow faeek, I assume— Casca is going to part with the stuff he stole. And that, after lundi We know it all—every detail. The only question is, Where is Halfway House ? " It's plainly beyond the Customs. Woking as good as said so. Which means that it's outside France. You see, they mentioned no names. And that was sheer misfortune. But all the time Woking was talking he had the map in his hand. And no doubt he traced for Casca the route he desired him to take," " Sure he said ' id' ? " said Jonah. " Positive," said Berry. " I thought some town's name was coming, and my ears were three times life- size. Why he didn't say * here,* I don't know: but Casca's English is so filthy that whenever he can, I suppose, he tries to jump into French. Oh, no, it's painfully dear. * You drive through here/ he said, * and on up to Halfway House/ And as he spoke, he was tracing the road on the map. ** Of course you see their game. Woking goes out of the country the day before. He's stopped at the Customs and searched, but he hasn't got any stuff so they pass him through. The next day he does^Casca*s st\mtjr&mtfe6 opposite side. Hires a car and drives up to Halfway House—to look at the view. And ttooe's his oM friend Casca, who's come up to do the same, . * , " Wei, as I say, tiberfc you are* Thanks to your flstg^lmg fonesigtit, i^e're practically home, Prac- tically, But, unless there's a place called Id. « . /* For what it was worth, there and then we looked at 2*8